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 May 2011 Jessie
jermaine
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 May 2011 Jessie
jermaine
408
I'm awake,
but not quite
Bewitching hour again
Crowded at the ends
nothing in between
Void inside
Dark in my eyes
Sweat chills my skin
Still Trembling still
Awake, I began to ponder
seek the witch and her master
Flick the light switch on
Reach for my dog sleeping at my feet
Turn to touch the snoring woman beside me
Look around again
I am the witch and devil's master
I see
I recognize
But never learn
To sleep or to wake
Such is my self ordered fate
Up again at 4:08
 May 2011 Jessie
savanah tuttle
their is a song in my
head that will not go away
whatever i do does not help it go away

it comes back and i think pending on what
what i think about on what
the words mean and the meanning behide them and i add them to a song

everday when i wake up a new song pops up and i write it down
and im done w a new pome or song hoping that it will get out

and people will love

people reading them and knowing what i mean makes me feel good
and knowing that i am doing what i love to do
 May 2011 Jessie
RMatheson
All of my books are committing suicide
dive off the ends of my shelves
fall into oncoming traffic
pages ripped away by tire rubber
just as if they were hair

from the head of a trichotillomaniac

bandages from a burn victim's
rice paper skin
still wet and half-grafted
to dull pink gauze.
 May 2011 Jessie
RMatheson
When I come:

spilling nova
fractal collage
globe thistle - electric blue
the end of me grinds into your fleshy, pierced pearl
a civilization pours out in tremors of hand-pumped Dial soap
ghostly pink Peonies brush my skin
rupturing continental shelf
swept aside moraine
 May 2011 Jessie
Kristine
Pavlov
 May 2011 Jessie
Kristine
Pavlov

You rang a bell

and fed him food

until you could ring a bell

and make him drool

but did you

ever really

love

man’s best friend?
 May 2011 Jessie
Pebbles
In my darkness
There are no cracks
No rays of light
Trying to peek through
Only helpless moments
A shadow of the one I knew before
Looking back
I know I lost myself
long before I even noticed
The look on your face
When meeting by chance
Says a million nothings
To a man that has forgotten how to care  
Hither onwards this lowly soul will wander
**** you for not telling me before
**** them all
How was I to know I was cursed
Sometimes it is wise to tell
Your friends the truth you see
Behind those lost grey eyes
For if by not revealing the truth
You loose a friend to the darkness
What was your silence for
But to save your own back
Be wise next time
Now leave me be
For the beast
Is hungry
And you look like a
Satisfying snack my dear
cpy;2011 ...................................before anyone asks I'm fine just wanted to write something dark .... x
 May 2011 Jessie
Golden Ratio
Women
 May 2011 Jessie
Golden Ratio
My wife stood on the scales

The display showed 8 stone, 8 & 3/4lbs

I said, "You may as well call it 8 stone 9lbs"

She replied, "No! 8 stone 8lbs!"

We went shopping

There was a 30 inch flat screen tv on sale for £149.99

"Wow!" I said, "£149? That's cheap!"

"£150!" she barked

I can't win
 May 2011 Jessie
Golden Ratio
... so you see, if I hadn't trod in that dog ****,
none of this would have happened!
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